We are making love
Out of twenty six letters.
Finding and definding,
The perfect words
In short codes and poetic prose;
In long text and spoken words.
Writing then down in fancy characters,
And funny languages
We barely understand.
Whispering them into our ears,
Hopefully they make way to our dreams.

We are making love
Out of ink and sheets of paper.
Making sure we do remember,
These moments Of mental orgasm.
Making sure they surpass
All the physical activities
We would ever engage in.
Giving birth to emotions
That would out-live our libido.
Emotions that are beautiful,
Like your palms;your finger tips
Your words;your mind;your creativity.

We are making love
Under book covers.
Hiding behind intellectual conversations,
Not forgetting the sexual stuff
We spoke of afterwards.
We are doing nothing wrong.
I’m just taking your clothes off.
Taking my time to tattoo
Those words of inspiration,
You shared,
With hot tears and your heart out.
Hope i paint a perfect picture
Of your story.

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Very NYC write up...really cool